"Well, Doctor, how goes it ?" He and I rested good friends.

I said, "Why, it goes well." "I was thinking, watching the moon, how little I ever dreamed, being no sea-going man, of such a thing as this.

Who knows his fate?
A man's a strange matter!" "He is a ballad," I answered.

"One stave leads to another and the story mounts." "I cannot think what to-morrow may show us!" "Nor can I! But it will be important.

We enter by a narrow strait great widths of the future." "There will be great changes, doubtless.